I'll trade you my yellow jackets for your tarantula. My kids never had normal pets... which I think somehow related to my wife's facination with weird creatures... (hey , she got me didn't she?). Anyhow, my daughter had the big lizard... (the name escapes me now, getting old), and my son had a tarantula for a pet. Both would on occasion escape from their homes. I once heard a big commotion, and looked up in time to see both the cat and lizard go flying off a second story balcony to the floor below and up a fern plant which was on a plant stand. That lizard could whip the living daylights out of me with his tail. I remember getting up one morning and was getting ready to head down the stairs, and looked down to see my bare foot missing the tarantula by a couple of inches. After doing the jig and almost falling down the stairs, I regained composure and yelled for my wife to "take care of it".
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